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Every note jumps to life
and dangles, glides, dances through the once silent air. A strumming melody that flickers like the uncertain flame of a drifting candle. Beats that illuminate a way into the hearts and souls of every man, woman, and child. Songs beneath the starry canopy of the endless mind, stretching forever on and on into infinity. Music of love, Music of passion, Music that ventures beyond all imagining into the dawn of past days, days of gathering ‘round the fire under the shadow of a violet moon.
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